Rage, my faithful lover. Cold and distant you have been. Your ways I know so well.
Yet there they remain within their superficial spell. Yet my rage, without you, i am not made. Made to feel the hurt by others.
Their gnashing teeth, their shallow bodies, their life, their vice. Their trends over substance are tepid. They are like ice.
Their crushing will. What colour they have, pale and drained. Paper-thin, they tear so easily, attempting to crush souls. The world I reside in is not meant for their hardened skin.
What is this silvery gossamer i see surrounding her full, pendulous frivolity?
I am invited to undress her with my eyes. Watching her withdraw.
witnessing her Fullness and demise. Her hide-and-seek games, in such light, she immerses.
Oh, blessed Luna, brighten my gaze. Those stars, vast pearls on that sea, shards of broken stained glass, they sing their melody to me.
And what bells could compare? To such stars, ringing like fireflies moving in the air. A thousand jewels stuck in their web.
The moon, the spider, and I, the fly, as i seek to revere in the bosom of the night.
My eternal slumber, have you come to meet me in such rest? My last master. The rise and fall of the chest.
Death, a waiting stranger, surrendered to the well and the ill. Given to the deep in faith, and those who have none still.
The rich or poor cannot buy a seat away from finality’s open door. A burdenless friend and foe, wrapped in grey embers, free from flower and pretty bows.
We are but waiting shadows, remembered as such. Yet the invitation lingers with
His final touch.
Silent is the night with an unspoken vow, one promised to renew the self. Silent are the turbulent. Of the one who lives trodden by pain, stepped upon by those whose feet are black.
Scorched throats are theirs, Iron brands to swallow. Feathered and tarred, blistering skin. For foresight sees, and it stings.
Within a silk purse, they may be. But you, oh dark one, a scorpion’s tail for them to meet.
Scrape the skin and scrape the bone. Bury them in the Earth. Revenge to highlight their open tomb. Within it, they can treasure their wounds.
